With a step upon the pathway, where the wildflowers grow,
I wander through the fields, where the soft winds gently blow.
The sun dips low beyond the horizon, painting skies aflame,
As the embers of our campfire flicker softly, calling names.
In the warmth of our gathering, I hear a familiar voice,
Singing songs of old traditions that echo every choice.
Tales of love and laughter, whispers from days gone by,
In the glow of shared reflections, we weave our dreams to fly.
By the fire's light, we gather, eyes aglow in the night,
Each story a constellation, a guiding star so bright.
Through the shadows that surround us, we find comfort in our song,
For the road ahead is waiting, and together we belong.
As the moon climbs higher, shadows dance upon the ground,
With every heartbeat, we are tethered, a melody profound.
Holding tight to memories that like the stars will never fade,
In the heart of our connection, where our spirits have been laid.
So let the winds of change come, let them sweep across the land,
For in the journey of the living, we find the strength to stand.
With the years as our companions, and the fire warm and bright,
We'll walk this road together, through the whispers of the night.
At every turn and corner, may we cherish what we find,
The legacy of laughter, hearts intertwined.
As the dawn sings softly to us and the world begins to change,
We’ll carry forth our stories, and love will always reign.
Folk
Pathway, Fields, Horizon, Campfire, Voice, Tradition, Reflection